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Friday, July 30, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday 7-30-10: "Clawing for Purchase"



The heat was unbelievable, the electricity palpable, the desire tangible. He dropped his head on his chest, relishing the sizzle as her nails raked scarlet furrows down his body.

Fresh blood smells like copper. Primal thoughts stirred in his brain, dimly recalling ancient days when that scent meant either fight or flight.

Fight, then. He growled low in his throat and swept her up in his arms. In two quick movements he was pounding into her. And so it began...


Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 60-80 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...fresh blood smells like copper..."

Nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class).

The following people are participating this week. Go check out their take on this FFF, won't you, and thank 'em for playing along.

Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com  (Advizor was also overlooked last week through an error on my part; go check out last week's contribution as well).
Sephani Paige:  http://sephanipaige.wordpress.com
Bella:  http://adventuresofmistressbella.blogspot.com
Bilinda:  http://fantasiesofanunofficialconcubine.blogspot.com
Slow Burn:  http://burnslowly-slowburn.blogspot.com
Rozewolf:  http://wordwytch.wordpress.com
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com
Puss:  http://chocolatepuss.tumblr.com
Luna Mauvaise:  http://lunamauvaise.blogspot.com
Snow:  http://snow9.wordpress.com
Yummy:  http://heelsnstocking.blogspot.com
Adam:  http://thetattooedwriter.com/Blog  (Adam is new to the group; go say hello, please)


Check back here on Monday for the next challenge! And if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way. 

-- PB

Monday, July 26, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 7-30-10


Your challenge for this Friday, 7-16-10, is to use the artwork above to write a flash fiction of 60-80 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

"...fresh blood smells like copper..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, but you only cheat yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're breaking them to earn a spanking....in which case, see me after class.

** EDIT 7-28-10: Due to a last minute business trip I will be out of town starting Thursday afternoon and will not be able to make the rounds on Friday. I have scheduled the Friday post, but if I don't hear from you by 3:00 Central US time on Thursday the 29th, I will have to leave you off the list of participants for Friday. So please get those notifications to me. Thanks.

The usual reminders apply: if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here. And please, for the love of all that's holy, include a website address if you email me, or if your commenting profile doesn't have a link to your page. It makes things a whole hell of a lot easier for me, which I'm sure you all want to do. :) If you don't let me know you're playing, or don't tell me where you can be found, I'll have to leave you off the list of participants when I post it on Friday. And nobody wants that.

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that. That Flash Fiction Friday FAQ is also the link you should visit if you're new to the whole FFF thing and have questions. I want everybody to enjoy this, after all.


Check back here on Friday for my take on the challenge and the list of participants, and then again on Monday for the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way.

 -- PB

Friday, July 23, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday 7-23-10: "Bound and Determined"

(Image provided by Sephani Paige; original source unknown)

It was the hardest thing she'd ever done, but the promise of reward was glorious. Was her flesh as strong as her spirit, or would she fall to pieces, betrayed by her traitor body?

First she was stripped, ruthlessly, roughly, shivering with shock. Then her wrists were yanked back – exquisite agony! – and the rough hemp twined about her arms and torso, cutting cruelly, rasping the raw edges of desire. Then placed just so – limbs angled, head down.

Cramped and trembling, aching with need, dreading and anticipating what came, she awaited her awakening. Footsteps drew near, heralding her doom and salvation.



Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 99-103 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the...ahem...submission: 

"...cramped and trembling, aching with need..." 

Nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class).

The following people are participating this week. Go check out their take on this FFF, won't you, and thank 'em for playing along.

Bella:  http://adventuresofmistressbella.blogspot.com   (Please welcome Bella, who's new to FFF this week.) 
AzraelAngel:  http://unknownthoughts2009.blogspot.com 
heelsnstocking:  http://heelsnstocking.blogspot.com 
Cara:  http://bigakboy.wordpress.com 
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com 
Discreteinaz:  http://secretlifeofagentleman.blogspot.com  (another newcomer this week, welcome to the ranks) 
Soren:  http://amorousdays.blogspot.com 
Snow:  http://snow9.wordpress.com 
Nilla:  http://vanillamom.wordpress.com 
Slow Burn:  http://burnslowly-slowburn.blogspot.com   (SB was an after-the-fact addition last week and is rejoining us this week; go say welcome) 
Puss:   http://chocolatepuss.tumblr.com 
Bilinda:  http://fantasiesofanunofficialconcubine.blogspot.com
Rozewolf:  http://wordwytch.wordpress.com
Luna Mauvaise:  http://lunamauvaise.blogspot.com
Diable Incarne:  http://conningdevil.blogspot.com
Sephani Paige:  http://sephanipaige.wordpress.com
Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com  (overlooked initially, my fault)


Check back here on Monday for the next challenge! And if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way. Thanks to Sephani Paige for providing this week's image.

-- PB

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

What She Wants

She knelt before me, ebony skin gleaming in the candlelight. Her lips worked with slow passion on my straining cock, fingers squeezing at the base of my testicles. She felt me quiver, and pulled my rod free with a wet popping sound. "Paint me," she said simply.

I raised an eyebrow. "You said what?"

"Paint me," she said again. "You've done my portrait enough times, and I loved what I saw. Now I want something different."

She turned her face up, cupped her breasts with her hands, squeezing and lifting them. "Here's your canvas, artist. Paint me."

Moaning softly, I began working my cock feverishly. I'd been so close to the brink when she stopped that it wasn't long before I was near explosion again. Her gaze moved ceaselessly from my face to my hand on my shaft and back to my face again. She began murmuring softly, encouraging. "Come on, baby. Splash me with your love. Give me that creamy white load all over my tits. I want your Titanium White dripping down my body, coating my face. Mix your palette on me, swirl that pearlescence around. Paint me with your brush. Paint me with your cum. Do it now! Now!"

Throat locked and straining, I did as directed. A thick, splattering jet burst out of my cock and onto her upturned face. She opened her mouth to catch the next spray, which shot down her throat with such force she nearly choked. Recovering, she thrust her shoulders back and raised her tits once more, catching the next few spurts, pearly white splashes landing on that dark, dark skin in an almost-shocking contrast. Growling deep in my throat, I kept pumping my shaft, shaping and squeezing each spurt, making her my canvas, turning her into the painting she'd requested.

Eventually I ran dry and surveyed the damage. My glistening cum ran in rivulets from the corners of her mouth, dripped from her chin, collected in the hollow between her breasts, trickled in thin streams around her nipples, pooled in thin splashes and splatters and droplets from chin to navel. She looked at me calmly, not saying anything.

Trying to catch my breath, I strode to the nearby workbench and grabbed my camera. A turn, a click, and this artwork was frozen forever in celluloid. The flash of her white teeth in the darkness of that face outshone even the glittering silver-white strands I'd painted her with. Very contented, that smile.

I offered her a towel and she shook her head. Her hands moved in slow, sensuous circles over her body, without haste, smearing my cum to a thin glaze, spreading it. She dipped a finger into the deep pool on one breast and drew slow spirals down to her nipple. Dipped another finger and tasted, then sighed in deep satisfaction.

"I may not know about art, but I know what I like," she murmured, hands still moving lazily, lazily, nipples now standing proud and tall. I couldn't bear it and leaned over for a taste, my own scent sharp in my nostrils, coloring my sensations with the salt tang of my own cum. She moaned softly as my mouth closed over her nipple, and her hands went to my cock, a paintbrush still dripping with its last glaze. "So glad I joined your life drawing class."

I couldn't help but agree.

-- PB

Monday, July 19, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 7-23-10

(Image provided by Sephani Paige; original source unknown)

Your challenge for this Friday, 7-23-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 99-103 words. And here's a required phrase for you to use in your submission:

"...cramped and trembling, aching with need..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, but you only cheat yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're breaking them to earn a spanking....in which case, see me after class.

The usual reminders apply: if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here. And please, for the love of all that's holy, include a website address if you email me, or if your commenting profile doesn't have a link to your page. It makes things a whole hell of a lot easier for me, which I'm sure you all want to do. :) If you don't let me know you're playing, or don't tell me where you can be found, I'll have to leave you off the list of participants when I post it on Friday. And nobody wants that.

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that....or, if you participate late in the day, you can even link it to my Friday story post with the list of participants.


Check back here on Friday for my take on the challenge and the list of participants, and then again on Monday for the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way. Thanks to Sephani Paige for providing this week's photo!

-- PB

Friday, July 16, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday 7-16-10: "Gourmet/Gourmand"

(NOTE: If you're here for the Group Post, no worries...it's just below this entry. Thanks!)



Cassandra lay quietly, relishing the sensations. Melody's tongue worked in slow spirals, swirling the chocolate syrup poured over her stomach into intricate patterns, hinting at something grand and complex, a feast for the senses.

Cassandra took a shuddering breath. “So,” she breathed, “are you a gourmet or gourmand?”

Melody paused in her delicate slurping. “Gourmet, definitely... but sometimes I do like plenty to eat.”

Cassandra moaned.


Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of precisely 69 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...a feast for the senses..."

Nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class).


The following people let me know they were participating this week. Go check out their take on this FFF, won't you, and thank 'em for playing along. 

Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com 
Cara:  http://bigakboy.wordpress.com 
Katia:  http://katiaswritings.blogspot.com 
Spring Flower:  http://agirlsgottahaveoptions.blogspot.com 
heelsnstocking:  http://heelsnstocking.blogspot.com 
Chocolate Puss:  http://chocolatepuss.tumblr.com 
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com 
Max:  http://mystic-satyr.blogspot.com 
Red:  http://red-tangerine.blogspot.com 
Cate:  http://categoesdown.com
B.:  http://fantasiesofanunofficialconcubine.blogspot.com  (B. is new this week, at least since I've been hosting; go welcome her!) 
Luna Mauvaise:  http://lunamauvaise.blogspot.com 
Diable Incarne:  http://conningdevil.blogspot.com
Sephani Paige:  http://sephanipaige.wordpress.com
Dee:  http://curvaceousdee.com
Slow Burn:  http://burnslowly-slowburn.blogspot.com

Check back here on Monday for the next challenge! And if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way. Next week's photo, for example, has been provided by Sephani Paige.

-- PB

Group Post: "Off Limits for 30 Days"


(Edit 8-4-10: I've been selected as one of the top three posts for eLust #18! To all who're stopping by because of that, welcome! Hope you like what you find here.  -- PB)


Day 1
Well, this is it. She's agreed to accept me as her slave for the month, and says she will "reward me appropriately" when time's up. Wonder what that means. Whatever else happens, though, I'm glad I got to at least meet her, because she's one of the most stunning creatures I've ever met. Glossy black hair, pale white skin, pale grey eyes...very striking indeed.

Says she'll have more instructions for me tomorrow, when I've had time to sleep.

Day 2
I found out very quickly what those "instructions" were. It seems she's decided that there will be absolutely no sex for the duration of this introductory period. My cock is completely off limits. That means no kissing, no fondling, no penetration...and oh yes -- no masturbation either. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Day 3
I "allowed" her to walk in on me fondling my cock in the bathroom this morning, just as a test. That, it turns out, was a mistake. I heard footsteps behind me and expected mock anger or perhaps a "oh, you bad boy!" scolding. Not so. "You don't listen very well," I heard her hiss. "That's off limits, damn you." And there was a crack and fiery agony clawed into my back. It felt like a cat-o'-nine-tails, and I had plenty of opportunity to get familiar with the shredding pain it brought. She tore me to ribbons, literally and figuratively.

Got my mind off sex, pretty quickly...

Day 4
Healing nicely. She has a nice salve which she says repairs torn flesh more quickly than anything else, and I can't dispute the point. It's wonderfully soothing. She is testing my resolve, though, by eating breakfast, lunch and dinner without a stitch of clothing on. Since I have to stand to wait on her, she could see my cock standing too, but there wasn't a word, just a hint of a smile.

Day 6
She was out of the house today but instructed me to keep my cell phone handy. Every ten minutes, like clockwork, another text message would pop up, telling me precisely what she was up to at that moment...and she was apparently having quite a bit of fun with whoever it was she was visiting, because the messages got more and more explicit: "he's pulling off my shirt now", "nibbling on my tits...nipples so hard", "dripping all over the linoleum", "fucked on the kitchen counter, banged my head each time he banged me". I don't know when I've ever hated another guy quite so much. When she walked in at 10 PM she was visibly wobbling, but grinned at me and said "Pity you can't have me just yet...I'm still so horny I could fuck you right through a wall right now." And brushed her hand against my cock before going upstairs to bed.

Day 8
Exhausted. While I was getting ready for bed last night, she walked past my doorway wearing a see-through nightie that inflamed me even more than pure nudity would have done. She motioned towards the wall that our bedrooms share between them, and then retired for the night. I wondered what the hell she'd been pointing at, then found out very quickly: lying on the bed, inches away from me but separated by that wall, she was fucking herself into a frenzy. I heard moans, cries, and eventually shrieks of "oh GOD yes" as she brought herself to what were obviously toe-curling orgasms. And she kept fucking DOING it, for more than two hours!! I rubbed against the sheets a bit, but stopped dead when I realized how she'd react if I came without her permission. Small wonder I didn't sleep a wink.

Day 10
After a shower today I emerged to find her standing in front of me with a businesslike attitude. "Let's see how your self-control is," she said. "Don't move, or it'll go badly for you." She proceeded to lick the water off my body -- every inch of me from legs to the nape of my neck -- with the one exception that my cock was, as you might have guessed, off limits. When she was finished I was quivering so hard I was about to explode, but somehow I kept from blowing a load all over her face as she kissed me a final time between the thighs.

And I'm not even halfway done with the month. God help me.

Day 14
Today I was on exhibition all day. I was told to strip first thing in the morning, then had to do my chores for the rest of the day wearing only my boxer briefs. She kept bringing her friends through to "have a look at this slab of meat I've got for the rest of the month". Have to say some of the lewd comments these women made made even ME blush a few times. Where the hell were these insatiable sluts when I was a teenager? What made it worse was that she herself kept walking around me, displaying me like an auctioneer, extolling my virtues, my stamina, my self-control, describing the things she'd done to me so far and the things she was still planning. Her friends kept jeering and hooting, my face getting redder and my cock getting harder and harder with each new comment, till finally she took pity on me and told me to go clean the bedroom. When I came back she and two of her friends were naked and eating each other out in a circular threeway. I thought she didn't notice as I started discreetly massaging my cock, but she lifted her head from the redhead's pussy and rapped out: "Ah-ah! Off limits!" I swear she has eyes in the back of her head.

Day 17
She says that she always celebrates the 17th of each month by having seventeen orgasms during the day. That meant that over and over today I had to put up with her getting off in front of my very eyes, sometimes grinding herself on whatever piece of furniture was nearest, sometimes putting her hand down her panties or pulling up her skirt as the mood suited her, sometimes lasciviously licking her purple dildo as she prepared to slide it into her gaping pussy as she lay, legs splayed, on the couch. The first two or three were bad enough, but by the time she'd done it the fifth time my balls were aching so much I could barely walk. I gobbled Excedrin like candy the rest of the day. It didn't help.

Day 19
Today she decided on another self-control test. She gave me a bottle of massage oil and directed me to masturbate ALMOST to orgasm, but stop well before the brink. Made me do it several times, watching my face closely, gauging my reactions. It was pure torture -- feeling my slippery hand sliding up and down my aching shaft, feeling my balls bulging with suppressed torrents. On the other hand, there's no denying I've never been this aroused before. My cock feels like a piece of granite, except granite doesn't throb and pulse that way.

She laughed at me openly when she told me to stop for the last time. Cruelty, thy name is woman.

Day 22
Today's torture was even more fiendish. She gave me an iPod with attendant earbuds, and told me to start the playlist it contained and keep it on continuous loop for the rest of the day. I spent the next eight hours in ecstatic misery as she told me in dirty and delicious detail, over and over again, exactly what she was fantasizing about when she fucked herself, how I fit into those fantasies (!!), how she longed to feel my thick throbbing cock filling her up, how she wanted to be splayed, split open, possessed, fucked ten ways to Sunday. She has an incredibly filthy mouth and an equally astoundingly inventive mind. I'm beginning to feel like Bill Hicks, who joked once that he hadn't had sex in so long that when he finally did shoot it'd be like a big wax dart shooting out of his dick. Or Old Faithful at Yellowstone.

Day 25
She relented a bit today and agreed to my request that I be allowed to walk around naked for the rest of the trial period. I can't stand the pressure of clothes on my body anymore -- I'd be certain of losing control just from the friction they provide. The problem was that she was completely unsympathetic, and every time I walked by her (cock bobbing angrily before me) she would breathe in a smoky little-girl voice "Oo, baby, is your big fat dick all nice and hard for me? Don't you want your Mistress to kiss it and make it all...better?" (With a nice breathy pause, of course). "Don't you wish I'd wrap my fingers around you, get you all nice and hard" -- GET ME hard? ha, that was a good one -- "so I could slide you down my throat till I was sucking those big balls into my mouth too?"

I can't even give her dirty looks. The last time I did that, she hiked up her skirt and masturbated in front of me again, this time screaming MY name when she came. I think I'm running this house out of cold water with the number of frigid showers I'm taking.

Day 27
Today was All-Porn Day (or so she said). All I know is that I wandered through the place in a daze all afternoon, stunned by the naked bodies entwining all around me. Porn on every TV in the place (and she has lots of them), and all shapes and sizes of couples, threesomes, foursomes, twisting, moaning, writhing, fucking, wanking, spanking, flesh slapping flesh in every corner of every room. Even my cold showers were denied me because all the showers were occupied by fucking people.

How the hell am I going to make it through three more days? What new torments will be visited upon me? Just how in the fuck am I going to keep from grabbing my cock and flogging myself until I start bleeding, just so I can get some goddamned RELEASE?

Day 29
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Day 30
One more day. One more day. One more day. One more day. It's a mantra, whirling through my dazed and exhausted brain. I can't sleep at all tonight -- I'm too scared I'll have a wet dream and wake up coated in my own failure. Or drowned in it, more likely. Can't even imagine how much pressure I've built up.

Oh, God. She just came in and spent ten minutes nibbling on various parts of my body, but never got closer than a foot to my groin. I can't believe how sensitized I've gotten -- even a gentle breath on the back of my neck sends pleasure zinging through every molecule of my body. She touched me once, gently, on my always-rigid cock and, rubbing once, brought forth a dollop of precum. I'm leaking it everywhere I go nowadays. A second or two more and I probably would have spilled all over her hand. She said she's pleased with me so far and I've more than earned my reward, and gave me a sultry grin of such promise my brain went nova and I have no memory at all of the next ten minutes.

Just a couple more hours.....perhaps I should be writing a last will and testament, in case I don't survive what she promises she's going to do to me tomorrow. If so, I'll die with the biggest fucking grin and the hardest fucking cock anyone ever did see. This has been a harrowing month, but it'll all be worth it tomorrow when she has her wicked way with me. 'Course, I don't expect to last more than a few seconds the first time, but I'm sure I'll be up for as many times as she could take. Signing off....


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We had a smaller turnout than usual for this month's Group Post. Here are the other participants. Go see how they handled the "Off Limits" theme:


Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com
Ronjazz:  http://ronjazz.blogspot.com
Topaz:  http://topaz-gemology.blogspot.com
Gray:  http://mygrayline.blogspot.com
Spring Flower:  http://agirlsgottahaveoptions.blogspot.com

The Group Post was started by Kimberly, the Errant Wife, and was hosted this month (and last month) by the sexy and talented Duchess. Thanks, Duchess, for hosting!

-- PB

Monday, July 12, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 7-16-10

First off, thanks to everyone who played along for Flash Fiction Friday this past week, 7-9-10. Apparently it struck a chord, because we got a nice long list of participants. The following fine people let me know they had played; please go visit them and give some feedback!

Spring Flower:  http://agirlsgottahaveoptions.blogspot.com
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com
Nilla:  http://vanillamom.wordpress.com
Dee:  http://curvaceousdee.com
Cate:  http://categoesdown.com 
Beryl:  http://pointsofreturn.blogspot.com
AzraelAngel:  http://unknownthoughts2009.blogspot.com 
Max:  http://mystic-satyr.blogspot.com
Soren:  http://amorousdays.blogspot.com
Luna Mauvaise:  http://lunamauvaise.blogspot.com
Diable Incarne:  http://conningdevil.blogspot.com
Katia:  http://katiaswritings.blogspot.com
Heelsnstocking:  http://heelsnstocking.blogspot.com
Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com  (Advizor is new to the group; hi, Advizor!)
Chocolate Puss:  http://chocolatepuss.tumblr.com  (Puss is new this week; welcome, Puss!)
Cara:  http://bigakboy.wordpress.com  (Cara is new as well, please go say hi!)
Rozewolf:  http://wordwytch.wordpress.com

Three people who told me they were participating but didn't include a URL are JimmyJohn and Nightwalker. I'll update the participant list later if they provide me an address. Folks, please provide a website address when you're letting me know you're participating, especially if you're sending me an email, or if your commenting profile doesn't include a site link! I can't always remember, or guess at, a billion addresses. Thanks.

Now for this week's challenge.....


Your challenge for this Friday, 7-16-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of exactly 69 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

"...a feast for the senses..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, but you only cheat yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're breaking them to earn a spanking....in which case, see me after class.

If you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here. And please, for the love of all that's holy, include a website address if you email me, or if your commenting profile doesn't have a link to your page. If you don't let me know you're playing, or don't tell me where you can be found, I'll have to leave you off the list of participants when I post it on Friday. And nobody wants that. :)

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that....or, if you participate late in the day, you can even link it to my Friday story post with the list of participants.


Check back here on Friday for my take on the challenge and the list of participants, and then again on Monday for the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way. Next week's photo, for example, has been provided by Sephani Paige. 

-- PB

Friday, July 9, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday 7-9-10: "Roar"

(Photo this week provided by Luna Mauvaise; original source unknown).

He wasn't sure which was loudest: the roar of the surf, the roar of the rain, or the roaring in his head as the beast broke its chains and took over.

He didn't know her name, didn't care. He'd met her bare minutes ago, sheltering from the downpour, and something had lured them both out into the deluge. Now she straddled him fiercely, her own hunger exploding, her own growls and snarls drowned by the tempest around them.

He clawed at her, raking her back, devouring her mouth, her breasts. She bit at his tongue and lips, tore furrows in his back, ground her pelvis against his, feeling him throb, wanting that bar of flesh. They were driven, beaten, hammered, from both within and without.

Rain mingled with driving surfspray pounded over them. Neither of them noticed, or cared.



Your challenge for this Friday, 7-9-10, was to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 48-148 words. I also provided a key phrase for use somewhere in the submission: 

"...driven, beaten, hammered..." 

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase (not really), but you only cheat yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're breaking them to earn a spanking....in which case, see me after class.

I am away on business this week and am unable to make the rounds on Friday, so I'll be collecting the participant list when I return and posting it on Monday the 12th. So if you joined in this week, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here. If you don't let me know you're playing, you might get left off, and nobody wants that. :)


Check back here on Monday for the list of participants, and the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way. Thanks to Luna Mauvaise for providing this week's. 

-- PB

Monday, July 5, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 7-9-10

(Photo this week provided by Luna Mauvaise; original source unknown).

Your challenge for this Friday, 7-9-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 48-148 words. Additionally, I'd like to see you use the following phrase somewhere in the submission:

"...driven, beaten, hammered..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase (not really), but you only cheat yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're breaking them to earn a spanking....in which case, see me after class.

I am away on business this week and will be unable to make the rounds on Friday, so I'll be collecting the participant list when I return and posting it on Monday the 12th. As always, if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here. If you don't let me know you're playing, you might get left off, and nobody wants that. :)

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that.


Check back here on Friday for my take on this pic (yes, I have one scheduled), and then again on Monday for the list of participants, and the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way. Thanks to Luna Mauvaise for providing this week's.

-- PB

Friday, July 2, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday 7-2-10: "Exploration"


“Go on,” Sara said, affecting calm, though she was trembling like a leaf in a windstorm.

Vanessa bent closer, her lips parted, pulse pounding, head spinning. She couldn't believe how frightened she was, or how turned on. The combination was weirdly disconcerting. Her stomach did a slow roll and her heart followed suit. Her breath caught in her throat.

“Please...” Sara whimpered. All the sensations in her body seemed focused on her left breast, taut with wanting, the nipple diamond-hard. She was barely aware that she was sitting in a puddle.

Vanessa leaned further just a little more, and then stopped, an inch away from engulfing what she wanted so badly.

“You're sure?”

“God, I've never been more sure of anything in my life! Yes, yes, yes! I'm on fire here!”

And Vanessa closed the last infinitesimal distance, and closed her mouth over Sara's nipple, and closed the circuit, and Sara closed her eyes as a raging storm swept over her and carried her away.


Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 72-172 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase to use -- "...her breath caught in her throat...". Nobody's checking word counts, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class).

The following people are participating this week. Why not go check out their take on this FFF?

Lila:  http://que-sinverguenza.blogspot.com
Soren:  http://amorousdays.blogspot.com
Spring Flower:  http://agirlsgottahaveoptions.blogspot.com
Luna:   http://lunamauvaise.blogspot.com
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com
Dee:  http://curvaceousdee.com
Netsfan44:  http://netsfan44eroticstories.blogspot.com
Red:  http://red-tangerine.blogspot.com    (Red is new this week; go say hi and welcome!)
Rozewolf:  http://wordwytch.wordpress.com  (Ditto -- say hi and welcome to Rozewolf, joining us for the first time).
and two last-minute additions: 
Nilla:  http://vanillamom.wordpress.com
Diable Incarne:  http://conningdevil.blogspot.com


Check back here on Monday for the next challenge! The photo was thoughtfully provided by Luna Mauvaise. I will be out of town that week so will not be around to collect names for Friday's post, but the post on Monday the 12th will have a list of everyone who played along on Friday the 9th. So please make sure you let me know. :)

-- PB